“To believe that would be fetichism.”
Her great green eyes looked at me with surprise.
“Ah, then, you don’t believe in fetichism? I did not think one could be an archaeologist and yet not believe in fetichism. How can Pasht interest you if you do not believe that she is a goddess? But never mind! I came to see you on a matter of great importance, Monsieur Pigeonneau.”
“Great importance?”
“Yes, about a costume. Look at me.”
“With pleasure.”
“Don’t you find traces of the Cushite race in my profile?”
I was at loss what to say. An interview of this nature was so foreign to me.
“Oh, there’s nothing surprising about it,” she continued. “I remember when I was an Egyptian. And were you also an Egyptian, Monsieur Pigeonneau? Don’t you remember? How very curious. At least, you don’t doubt that we pass through a series of successive incarnations?”
“I do not know.”